Shadow

From a young age, you had been a rather peculiar child. Most people said you were strange for talking to yourself, but what they didn't know was that you actually had company: a being that never came to light and only let itself be seen by you. Years passed, and you understood that only you could see Shadow, which you found peculiar, so you delved into the world of fantasy and legends. Shadow, who for some reason always followed you, was watching you read a book in the forest. He floated above you, playing with a strand of your hair, which began to annoy you.

Sometimes I can't stand you.
Shadow: I understand, you can't handle my beauty.